Date: Tue, 9 Nov 2004 08:31:56 -0800 (PST)
From: cal ritchie <calritchie2002@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jack Chapter 1

Jack introduces the story.

That evening, the purple shadows were gathering, casting the apartment into
a slight gloom. Even though the bedside lamp was on, the bulb was low
wattage, as I stood, leaning against the veranda doorway, a bath towel
loosely tied round my waist, though, looking down, it was hardly able to
disguise the swell of my cock that had been so well used that day. I
watched my cigarette smoke curl lazily up and out into the night sky, as I
listened to the cicadas, and the sounds of the two guys making out in the
bedroom behind me.

It was my 35th birthday, and I'd been celebrating in the gay bar, where I'd
worked ever since I'd been slung out of the Navy for 'depravity likely to
corrupt my fellow officers' which, roughly translated, meant that I'd been
caught below decks with two of those fellow officers; fucking one, and
taking it in the mouth from the other, and so I entered civilian life.

An old pal, Scott - one of the two guys rutting on the bed behind me in the
room - was a partner in a local nightclub, and he'd fixed me up with a job
behind the bar, where I got into the habit of picking up more than just
tips.

Scott was 25, a good-looking blond guy - into weights and workouts in a big
way, and with a cock, to die for - permanently hard and pumping, and he'd
insisted that I stay with him until I got settled so, naturally, I never
got settled, and he and I soon became lovers.

As a birthday treat, we'd both been given the evening off from the
night-club, but we'd gone along anyway as members of the audience, to see
one those muscle-boy dance troupes, and had picked up one of them - Adam,
who had just turned 19 - and after several drinks with him at the bar, then
later, in the dressing room after the rest of the act had packed up and
gone, Scott a had managed to persuade him to come home with two total, but
horny, strangers.

I wasn't actually there when he persuaded the boy - he'd asked me to wait
outside while he made arrangements. This I did, kicking my heels outside in
the corridor for twenty minutes or so while I left them alone in the
dressing room. Eventually the door opened, and they both emerged. Adam's
face was flushed, and his eyes bright and excited, so I could only guess
that Scott had used is sexual athleticism to sway the boy in my favor.

The cab ride home had been fairly uneventful; Scott had occupied the driver
by sucking him off as he drove, while I undressed Adam in the back of the
cab, running my hands over his small, hard, muscular body, and stroking his
long, slim dick, before sucking him off. He'd seemed to be so excited by
the prospects of the night ahead that he'd cum almost immediately, but he
then made up for it by licking it all from my face, and kissing me, hard,
with his mouth still full of my cum.

I was horny as all hell by the time we reached our apartment, and as Scott
paid off the driver - giving him his phone number and a kiss - he looked
over into the back, and saw me with the naked Adam entwined on the rear
seat.

"Fuck it, Jack - you might have waited!" he yelled me, laughing.

I had no plans to get Adam dressed again.

"Let's just take a run at it." I suggested.

So we did.

We kept Adam tightly between us, and dashed for the steps, which luckily
weren't too well lit, and we tumbled in through the front door. Adam was
giggling and writhing between us as we negotiated the stairs, but we
finally reached our floor without anyone seeing us, and managed to
negotiate the front door key in the lock.

Hardly had we got inside the door when Adam pressed me hard against the
wall, kissing me wildly and running his hands feverishly over my body. He
slipped one hand down and unzipped my slacks then gasped as his fingers
found my engorged cock. It was a fully distended 10 inches, and his eyes
were wide as he pulled his face from mine and stared at me. We staggered
about the room as if in some surreal ballet, while I attempted to take off
the rest of my clothes, our lips almost glued to each other.

Scott had stripped off, and opened the drinks cupboard. He poured three
large brandies, took one over to the bed, stroking his cock as he watched
us.

Adam was gasping as I forced him backwards onto the bed, sliding up his
body, leaving a snail-trail of my cum on the boy's skin, until we were cock
to cock, our erections lying side by side between us, our lips grinding
against each other.

I rolled over and back and swung one arm out to the open drawer in the
bedside cupboard, and pulled out a tube of jelly, which I managed to open
with only one hand, then I brought my hand back to squeeze a large blob
onto my cock. Adam felt this, and stole some to smear round his ring, as I
greased up my shaft.

Then I rolled back, and as I kneeled up between Adam's thighs, he obliged
by raising his legs back, knees level with his ears, as I lifted his ass,
and inserted two fingers.

There'll be no problems there, I thought - this guys seen some action, so I
squeezed some more grease onto my fingers and inserted four fingers, making
him writhe and squirm on the bedspread.  "Feels like you've had some cock
in your time, baby" I murmured, as I twisted and turned my hand inside him.
"Sure," Adam gasped as I probed, then smiled, flirting with me, and licking
his lips, "I'm an exotic dancer. I like men fucking me. Y'know?"  "How many
men have you had at one time?" I asked.  Adam thought for a moment.
"Seven," he laughed, "It was a big bed."  He closed his eyes for s second
as I pushed in, just past the knuckle of my fist.  "We were on tour, and we
went to a party, and you know how it is - I had a little too much to
drink..." he paused, as if trying to remember, then gave a little gasp as I
pushed in further.  "They were very gentle - I think - and they all wanted
to have me, and then they came over me!"  He laughed again.  "You know? The
cumshot! It was all over me. I was bathed in cum!"

I pulled out my hand, slowly, seeing it glisten as it emerged from him, and
pressed the flared head of my thick cock against his sphincter ring. I
pushed in, its girth sliding smoothly into him like a knife through butter,
though he arched his back in a cat-like way; stretching himself, sinuously,
off the bed his hard cock pointing stiffly up towards his belly as my last
few inches buried themselves within him, until we were completely
body-to-body. I propped myself up with my hands on the bed and looked down
at him, smiling up at me, his arms outstretched. Scott stroked the boy's
hair as he lay there.

I played with his nipples, grasping them between thumb and forefingers,
making him squirm and gasp, while he reached down and grabbed his own cock,
and began to masturbate, slowly.

"I'll do that," said Scott, quietly, and took it from him.

"I love this, Jack," he gasped, as I started to ride him, "I love your big
hard cock inside me!"  "It's all yours, baby."  My voice had a slight rasp
in it; this was all getting to me, and I loved the feeling of Scott's hand
moving between us, as I slowly pumped in and out, his ass ring clamped
tightly round my cock, my length flaring within him, buried in his warmth
as I fucked him, solidly, my balls pounding against the boy's butt.

"Fill me up, Jack," Adam whispered hoarsely, "fill me with your spunk!
Cream me, cream my ass!"  "I'm gonna fill you so full of jizz, Adam!" I
cried, gritting my teeth as I pulled out slightly, making him gasp loudly
at the loss, then hearing him gulp as I plunged, quick and hard, back into
him again.

"Make me your fuck-boy, Jack! Make me your whore!" Adam's voice rose in
pitch, in the otherwise silent bedroom, as my movements became harder and
harder, shifting the boy further and further up the bed as I plundered him.

Scott continued jacking him with one hand, the other stroking his face,
while he kissed the boy's forehead. Meanwhile his own cock was swelling and
stretching, as Adam reached up to him, trying to kiss Scott's open lips,
before finally succeeding, and I watched them, their tongues snaking into
each other's mouths, their saliva dribbling and bubbling from the corners
of Adam's lips.

"You've got a great butt," I hissed, as I pummelled into him, feeling my
spunk boiling deep within me, while Scott's hand was a blur on the boy's
cock, jerking him off between us, until Adam finally tore his lips from
Scott's, eyes wide open and mouth gaping, his rectal walls gripping my
shaft as his ass began to spasm.

"Aaaaahhhhhhh!...Jack!!...I'm...I'm..gonna...cummmmmmm...I...!!!!"  His
voice rose higher.  "Sheeeee-itttt....AAAHHHHH!!!!!"

The cry became shrill and I gazed down, as though through a film of sweat,
as a solid, seemingly endless, stream of cum shot up from his cock, and
splattered his hairless chest.

"I...AAAHHH!!!...That's so...so...good, Jack!! Keep it
there...keep...aaahhh...it there!!!" he was still shrieking as I continued
to shudder and slam into him, my spunk now on its way, unstoppable, as it
snaked in a scalding ribbon, bursting from my piss-slit into his churning
guts.

He jerked and bucked up from the bed, against Scott and me, as the heat hit
his insides, his perfect white teeth gleaming in the half-light, eyes
tightly shut, and his head thrashing from side to side, as again and again,
my cum filled him with liquid love.

His feet drummed on the bed sheets as we peaked, his belly a creamy mess
between us, as I slowly withdrew and took a handful of tissues,
thoughtfully taken from the bedside drawer by Scott, and I wiped my
streaked cock as it emerged, bubbling from Adam's hole, followed, almost
immediately by a gush of cream, pouring onto the bed.

I stood up shakily, leaving Adam with his legs still drawn up tightly to
his shoulders, as his ass streamed, and staggered to the bathroom and into
the shower.

I leaned back under the hot water and washed off my throbbing cock, and
aching body.

When I back into the bedroom after I'd slowly dried myself and wrapped the
towel around me, he and Scott were now lying side by side on the big bed,
with their arms wound round each other. They didn't even notice me as I
stepped out onto the veranda and lit a cigarette. I stood there, staring
out over the small town, watching the fireflies in the garden below, and
thinking my own private thoughts.

I turned and looked in again. Adam was now lying spread-eagled on his back,
Scott's tongue trailing from the tip of his hard cock, all the way down
into the boy's tight curly bush, making him gasp and rise beneath him.

I watched thoughtfully, then turned away again.

What neither of them realised, was that the main reason I'd got Scott to
persuade Adam to join us, wasn't just that he was attractive.

It was because Adam reminded me of someone. Someone I'd not seen for a long
time...